tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80652043143344190222017-07-10T21:04:39.127-07:00Our Journey TogetherJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-15799444329934024182016-10-03T07:53:00.000-07:002016-10-03T07:53:29.566-07:00Loosing a loved oneI've always felt that blogging helps relieve stress and anxiety and just overall makes you feel better. Plus it gives you some closure, so after my daughter returned home and described her weekend I've decided to blog about it so she will have this special tribute to Rosie.<br /><br />Internet was not the best last night and when I finally arrived at my blog I realized how negligent I have been to my readers and for that I am sorry. So much has happened this past year and it went by so fast!<br /><br />Back to my heartbroken 14 year old.......she is a bright and talented teenager with a passion for animals, all animals, especially horses, after all what little girls doesn't beg for a horse to call her own? She wants to grow up to be a veterinarian. Grandma is very proud of her, we all are and Grandma wants her to go to school at the best veterinary school in PEI, Canada and live with her so that grandma can catch up on all the years missed because we live in the U.S. The once a year trips are not enough.......they arn't&nbsp;enough for any of us, but it would be good for Makayla to have this opportunity.<br /><br />A good friend of mine has a rescue, she has rescued animals near and far, she works solely to support her animals. Makayla spends every moment she possibly can volunteering at the rescue. It brings her peace of mind spending time with these once unloved broken animals.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCeT3AS8dzU/V_Jnx-fURYI/AAAAAAAARYw/j4FawT2Sis8d5vPXn6hsFCYy1LJ3_ZFMwCKgB/s1600/IMG_20160808_072319820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCeT3AS8dzU/V_Jnx-fURYI/AAAAAAAARYw/j4FawT2Sis8d5vPXn6hsFCYy1LJ3_ZFMwCKgB/s320/IMG_20160808_072319820.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>This weekend Makayla was picked up and they went to the store and returned back to the rescue where she found one of her beloved horses laying on the ground rolling. Everyone stepped in to get a distressed Rosie up on her feet and to walk her around. Rosie was suffering from colic, a very common gastro-intestional issue causing sever adbominal pain in horses. As she spent time trying to keep Rosie off the ground the owner called the vet.<br /><br />Unfortunatly, there was nothing the vet could do and recomended euthinization. Makayla sat with her friend rubbing her maine and face until it was time. She excused herself to the house as she could not stand to watch what was to come. As she stood up she took one last look at Rosie as Rosie looked back at her and a tear formed and rolled down Rosie's face. Makayla described this as the most heart wrenching moment she had ever experienced.<br /><br />They had a funeral for Rosie and Makayla, trying to stay strong for my friend came home the next day walked through the door and fell to pieces in my arms. We stayed up late last night talking about Rosie, the hurt and pain of going through the loss of a loved one and exchanging photos.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3qEXmZD9Zw/V_JuTK0HaiI/AAAAAAAARZA/ZNxbIudBbWoQAhL8jitiG8j4lPRxEthKgCLcB/s1600/IMG_20160131_171236437_TOP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3qEXmZD9Zw/V_JuTK0HaiI/AAAAAAAARZA/ZNxbIudBbWoQAhL8jitiG8j4lPRxEthKgCLcB/s320/IMG_20160131_171236437_TOP.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfGSLH8kOqI/V_JuvSUQXLI/AAAAAAAARZE/qyTECQDT_TIZ8uMMY-PEnfrZ8ifxSavMgCLcB/s1600/IMG_20160918_162011984_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfGSLH8kOqI/V_JuvSUQXLI/AAAAAAAARZE/qyTECQDT_TIZ8uMMY-PEnfrZ8ifxSavMgCLcB/s320/IMG_20160918_162011984_HDR.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-81207211842767272972015-08-19T11:59:00.001-07:002015-08-19T11:59:29.456-07:00Doing the back to school danceCarpool began and teachers opened the car doors looking all fresh and rested from summer break ready to hit the books! I was looking all fresh and rested just for having the break. I love my/our kids each and every one of them, but I also love to see them back at school as does every other parent! Monday is the official first day of public school. Logan too will be starting school and I will begin a new job to help fill up my days while our kiddos are in school. I can not believe summer is over and 2015 is quickly drawing to an end! Christmas is right around the corner, I made my first present purchase last week.<br /><br /><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-54507806628344558232015-07-03T13:33:00.000-07:002015-07-03T13:33:00.738-07:00Things to teach your childrenGrowing up your taught many things....to be polite, kind and courteous, use your manors, get dressed, tie shoes, clean up after yourself, and as you get older you learn to cook and drive and dance among many other things.<br /><br />Growing up in our family meant a lot more. I had a mom who was raised around boys she has two brothers and a self sufficient father. He was NOT going to pay someone for repairs because he knew how to fix it. There was no such thing as "your a girl you cant do that." She learned how to change oil, worked in the fields, helped her dad fix plumbing, roofing and repairing walls, split wood and did her fair share of fishing and hunting.<br /><br />I loved being around papa, he taught me so much. He never was one to tolerate a whiny little girl. You had to be a big girl and use a big girl voice and so long as you were a big girl he would tote you around everywhere and teach you everything he knew. I spent hours just sitting and watching as my mom did when she was little. Every once in a while he needed an extra set of hands and you had the opportunity to help, and you felt so special helping. Papa was never one to hug or tell you he loves you, he offered a silent love, but I knew he loved me because he never left me behind. I always got to go and help.<br /><br />My mom and dad are self sufficient people, that is how they were both raised. My parents know a little bit about everything and passed that onto us. I live in North Carolina, USA and my family is in Prince Edward Island, Canada. We are 26 hours apart providing you drive straight through. Thankfully for today's technology we have Skype. I tote my cell phone or laptop around with what I might need help with and my mom and dad walk me through the steps......YES, I'm still learning! When my mom http://besidethetrail.ca/ needs her girly time she will read stories or have tea parties with her grand-girls on Skype.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lMI28-FtP0/VZbsHTwpq1I/AAAAAAAAJR4/QL3Rj0QI_cM/s1600/1ablog1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lMI28-FtP0/VZbsHTwpq1I/AAAAAAAAJR4/QL3Rj0QI_cM/s320/1ablog1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqtTmE77TmI/VZbsHtgk8WI/AAAAAAAAJR0/nWGNWooIfdA/s1600/1ablog2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqtTmE77TmI/VZbsHtgk8WI/AAAAAAAAJR0/nWGNWooIfdA/s320/1ablog2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO9B-p3dbgA/VZbsHfjtPXI/AAAAAAAAJRw/n4B-U799Ebo/s1600/1ablog.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO9B-p3dbgA/VZbsHfjtPXI/AAAAAAAAJRw/n4B-U799Ebo/s320/1ablog.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />I want our children raised the way I was. I want them to be self sufficient, I want them to save money and differentiate between a need and a want, I want our children to be able to fix what they can so they don't have to pay someone else to fix it and most importantly I want them to be able to walk away from that washing machine repair and say "I did it" or be able to put a new blade on the chainsaw and say "I did it" or build a chicken coop and being able to say "I helped make this" or changing a door knob and being able to say "I did this all by my self, every time you turn this knob you'll remember what you taught me Miss, Jenn!"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkJNlnTyrGc/VZbt-iBWJmI/AAAAAAAAJSM/0LWAn7F3TQY/s1600/IMAG2428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkJNlnTyrGc/VZbt-iBWJmI/AAAAAAAAJSM/0LWAn7F3TQY/s320/IMAG2428.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_xrBE6x6eY/VZbt-kMkvVI/AAAAAAAAJSM/FjiRQSgLsNE/s1600/IMAG2427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_xrBE6x6eY/VZbt-kMkvVI/AAAAAAAAJSM/FjiRQSgLsNE/s320/IMAG2427.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />The way I learned is when something broke I tagged along and took lessons. Convenient right????? Take your kids with you, teach your kids, show them there is more to life then throwing around money or sitting in front of a TV, teach them everything you know so you can pass on your skills to your children and your future generations. When they teach their kids they will be able to tell stories about how you helping them learn how to fix something. Most importantly, they will never forget the first nail they hammered, or the time you taught them how to use power tools, or the small little things like unclogging the bathroom sink or changing a doorknob. I guarantee you the first flat tire they have they will be so proud they saved time and changed it them self instead of having to wait on road side assistance and they learnt it all from you.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzCbk4V9Xe4/VVsutmZWK7I/AAAAAAAAHn8/ghEDMEle4cs/s1600/IMAG1988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzCbk4V9Xe4/VVsutmZWK7I/AAAAAAAAHn8/ghEDMEle4cs/s320/IMAG1988.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZHpiVkWX18/VVsvDLe4NHI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/BpuN-PjltSc/s1600/IMAG2053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZHpiVkWX18/VVsvDLe4NHI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/BpuN-PjltSc/s320/IMAG2053.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh8imqSBQfI/VVsutjkIr5I/AAAAAAAAHoA/iTfChB-TStw/s1600/IMAG1980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh8imqSBQfI/VVsutjkIr5I/AAAAAAAAHoA/iTfChB-TStw/s320/IMAG1980.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XVbQhzyqf8/VVszDUbIg-I/AAAAAAAAHoo/PuQzUxJTclI/s1600/IMAG2043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XVbQhzyqf8/VVszDUbIg-I/AAAAAAAAHoo/PuQzUxJTclI/s320/IMAG2043.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Z_1thwURE/VVszDTBO5KI/AAAAAAAAHoo/Ks8o5asdq-0/s1600/IMAG2045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Z_1thwURE/VVszDTBO5KI/AAAAAAAAHoo/Ks8o5asdq-0/s320/IMAG2045.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RDkKRDU81k/VEG6Iad-m2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/X1lJfKEpnUk/s1600/IMAG0646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RDkKRDU81k/VEG6Iad-m2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/X1lJfKEpnUk/s320/IMAG0646.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz_ktoCVPbI/VEPHpNjsvZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ie-nTc8FsMI/s1600/IMAG0668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz_ktoCVPbI/VEPHpNjsvZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ie-nTc8FsMI/s320/IMAG0668.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVfSpu4rg5U/VDXKC9wXgoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/u3w-bfrrBUg/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVfSpu4rg5U/VDXKC9wXgoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/u3w-bfrrBUg/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Our children grow up so fast, every moment is precious even when it &nbsp;involves learning something new......JennJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-37901550143282654632015-07-02T10:37:00.000-07:002015-07-02T10:37:39.391-07:00The Birthdays beginWe have very few months during a year where this household has a break from a birthday. This week kick started our long stretch of birthdays......<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In the middle is Tyler, this was his 5th grade graduation celebration with two of his buddies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tyler officially kick starts our stretch of birthdays beginning yesterday July 1st he was a whopping 12 years old. Time sure does fly by fast.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALsW9vU6YRA/VZVnSzUa7SI/AAAAAAAAJOk/pNyotzVcTzQ/s1600/IMAG2261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALsW9vU6YRA/VZVnSzUa7SI/AAAAAAAAJOk/pNyotzVcTzQ/s320/IMAG2261.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Makayla's birthday is today, July 2nd, she is the big 13. The teenage years are officially upon us, and we now suddenly feel much older.......we have a teenager!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCrKZBjDAxI/VZVoB4xYLOI/AAAAAAAAJOs/8XSlKbNROjc/s1600/IMAG2280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCrKZBjDAxI/VZVoB4xYLOI/AAAAAAAAJOs/8XSlKbNROjc/s320/IMAG2280.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My birthday is August 3rd......I will be 29......again ;0)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7_Vl5ztzJo/VVtqLfKEWXI/AAAAAAAAHsA/WF4h6pAX9TI/s1600/DSC_2050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7_Vl5ztzJo/VVtqLfKEWXI/AAAAAAAAHsA/WF4h6pAX9TI/s320/DSC_2050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brian's birthday is August 8th</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ip91Jgm7JY/VZVp2MtKR-I/AAAAAAAAJO4/CNta3fGlglQ/s1600/IMAG2375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ip91Jgm7JY/VZVp2MtKR-I/AAAAAAAAJO4/CNta3fGlglQ/s320/IMAG2375.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Emily's birthday is September 7th, she will be 9.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw1FT7wOXFg/VZVqN2-txuI/AAAAAAAAJPA/gQjBFH3lwNM/s1600/IMAG2404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw1FT7wOXFg/VZVqN2-txuI/AAAAAAAAJPA/gQjBFH3lwNM/s320/IMAG2404.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Avery's birthday is October 9th, he will be 9</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjHeTQ0VJVI/VZVqy39gzMI/AAAAAAAAJPI/NEScjetTaUg/s1600/IMAG2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjHeTQ0VJVI/VZVqy39gzMI/AAAAAAAAJPI/NEScjetTaUg/s320/IMAG2020.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Savannah's birthday is November 4th, she will be 10.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1hJnRhK5No/VZVrdMvePPI/AAAAAAAAJPQ/03kjU5EHsUQ/s1600/IMAG2135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1hJnRhK5No/VZVrdMvePPI/AAAAAAAAJPQ/03kjU5EHsUQ/s320/IMAG2135.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">December brings Gavin's birthday right after Christmas on the 27th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3S7ynqm0MM/VZVr0jQ81lI/AAAAAAAAJPY/zCoYsvdgzTU/s1600/IMAG2320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3S7ynqm0MM/VZVr0jQ81lI/AAAAAAAAJPY/zCoYsvdgzTU/s320/IMAG2320.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">January we can take a short breath.....but it is brief!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">February brings Logan who will be 3 on the 11th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KtnE_X5YLE/VZVsZyEqV3I/AAAAAAAAJPg/ohNR8YdwxvY/s1600/IMAG2436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KtnE_X5YLE/VZVsZyEqV3I/AAAAAAAAJPg/ohNR8YdwxvY/s320/IMAG2436.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">February also brings Annie who will be 11 on the 28th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh8J4u06vJc/VZVt3_wzR3I/AAAAAAAAJPs/Tem0oWm_8XY/s1600/IMAG1936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh8J4u06vJc/VZVt3_wzR3I/AAAAAAAAJPs/Tem0oWm_8XY/s320/IMAG1936.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Birthdays are so much fun for me. I love to "entertain" my favorite part is cooking and baking. The kids always enjoy the cakes as they are the biggest birthday surprise. They anxiously await my newest creation every year.....here are just a few....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhklJ-tF24E/VZV0IO17ZzI/AAAAAAAAJQM/ugYFKFbcqOk/s1600/1birthday1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhklJ-tF24E/VZV0IO17ZzI/AAAAAAAAJQM/ugYFKFbcqOk/s320/1birthday1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwUvUagQ_hQ/VZV0HA0SGtI/AAAAAAAAJP8/ml-aS7GOEQs/s1600/1birthday2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwUvUagQ_hQ/VZV0HA0SGtI/AAAAAAAAJP8/ml-aS7GOEQs/s320/1birthday2.jpeg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRZUVpB8NzE/VZV0Ir7WWnI/AAAAAAAAJQI/mki1z6UyLFc/s1600/1birthday3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRZUVpB8NzE/VZV0Ir7WWnI/AAAAAAAAJQI/mki1z6UyLFc/s320/1birthday3.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0URQkBglJtc/VZV0KPeZw7I/AAAAAAAAJQc/7Dq-cKr2bac/s1600/1birthday4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0URQkBglJtc/VZV0KPeZw7I/AAAAAAAAJQc/7Dq-cKr2bac/s320/1birthday4.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGIHW6VvgP0/VZV0K8WpL2I/AAAAAAAAJQk/oF1TWfTzbKo/s1600/1birthday5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGIHW6VvgP0/VZV0K8WpL2I/AAAAAAAAJQk/oF1TWfTzbKo/s320/1birthday5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj19Rw1eL6g/VZV0LQJoNDI/AAAAAAAAJQo/AZmE8xxPr1I/s1600/1birthday6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj19Rw1eL6g/VZV0LQJoNDI/AAAAAAAAJQo/AZmE8xxPr1I/s320/1birthday6.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0dP-mc1Zuw/VZV0IOX4p2I/AAAAAAAAJQE/FDEDzSYKvH0/s1600/1birthday.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0dP-mc1Zuw/VZV0IOX4p2I/AAAAAAAAJQE/FDEDzSYKvH0/s320/1birthday.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We will begin birthday parties on July 17th......I'm very excited for this years cakes! Until next time....Jenn</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-77223695100118117232015-06-11T22:22:00.001-07:002015-06-11T22:22:15.767-07:00Growing up to growing olderI remember being "younger" and I couldn't wait to grow up, get to a higher grade, do my own thing! Now that I have done all of these things I am watching our children do the same and its making me feel OLD!<br /><br />Tonight my step son graduated from elementary school, he is no longer "a little boy". It happened so quick, they grow up so fast, and we grow older faster but that's what we wanted.....wasn't it????<br /><br />My parents were right....be careful what you wish for. It scares me to know one day our children will move out and no longer need us. Once upon a time I wanted to speed up time, now my only wish is to slow it down and keep our precious babies young forever...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNA_KTEMaeg/VXpsCkFNwpI/AAAAAAAAIkA/KP05w3QyiyE/s1600/DSC_2306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNA_KTEMaeg/VXpsCkFNwpI/AAAAAAAAIkA/KP05w3QyiyE/s320/DSC_2306.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rbJpzIAdeE/VXprU7ls7TI/AAAAAAAAIjw/lRYfeSk05DY/s1600/IMAG2262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rbJpzIAdeE/VXprU7ls7TI/AAAAAAAAIjw/lRYfeSk05DY/s320/IMAG2262.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztq202uGCXY/VXprU460QuI/AAAAAAAAIjw/6rY_Sjbili8/s1600/IMAG2258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztq202uGCXY/VXprU460QuI/AAAAAAAAIjw/6rY_Sjbili8/s320/IMAG2258.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSn3cKOtO14/VXprU9lM7kI/AAAAAAAAIjw/sLXC8oyBM80/s1600/IMAG2255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSn3cKOtO14/VXprU9lM7kI/AAAAAAAAIjw/sLXC8oyBM80/s320/IMAG2255.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW4MyseyrQo/VXprU2eqFQI/AAAAAAAAIjw/VqqGlIp1NpI/s1600/IMAG2254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW4MyseyrQo/VXprU2eqFQI/AAAAAAAAIjw/VqqGlIp1NpI/s320/IMAG2254.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADtBy20JkvA/VXprU8QgHLI/AAAAAAAAIjw/YNG0LXo11Gg/s1600/IMAG2251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADtBy20JkvA/VXprU8QgHLI/AAAAAAAAIjw/YNG0LXo11Gg/s320/IMAG2251.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-31301753426020060732015-05-21T07:49:00.001-07:002015-05-21T07:49:27.823-07:00School Field TripsI like to volunteer at school, it is a great opportunity for parents to be involved in their kids education. It also makes your children feel special for you to be on their turf, so to speak. This time volunteers were needed for a trip to the Museum. I was excited, as it has been a while since we have been to the museum.<br /><br />We visited the Magic Wings Butterfly House, where I tried to show 2 of our very excited boys how to catch a butterfly on your finger. It was not working out great, Avery and Gavin chased those butterflies all over the place running with their hands flying in the air........this was not going to work......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CF4Of9fh0Ps/VVtdqX1-P1I/AAAAAAAAHpg/ggThhpxgKdk/s1600/IMAG2017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CF4Of9fh0Ps/VVtdqX1-P1I/AAAAAAAAHpg/ggThhpxgKdk/s320/IMAG2017.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I gently walked up to one perched on a leaf and offered a finger to coach him along....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saDKD3ziEyk/VVtoTcXxYsI/AAAAAAAAHrs/bnQtRJEiamk/s1600/DSC_2048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saDKD3ziEyk/VVtoTcXxYsI/AAAAAAAAHrs/bnQtRJEiamk/s320/DSC_2048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7_Vl5ztzJo/VVtqLfKEWXI/AAAAAAAAHr8/VJMnVeGdTg0/s1600/DSC_2050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7_Vl5ztzJo/VVtqLfKEWXI/AAAAAAAAHr8/VJMnVeGdTg0/s320/DSC_2050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I passed it to Gavin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8n3bQWHqJqE/VVtqZgTUrTI/AAAAAAAAHsM/1vNd-w6knpA/s1600/DSC_2056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8n3bQWHqJqE/VVtqZgTUrTI/AAAAAAAAHsM/1vNd-w6knpA/s320/DSC_2056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuCpu8iHcik/VVtqSWgBr2I/AAAAAAAAHsE/uDkQ0O05DzE/s1600/DSC_2058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuCpu8iHcik/VVtqSWgBr2I/AAAAAAAAHsE/uDkQ0O05DzE/s320/DSC_2058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gavin passed it to Avery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkWd_erKCgc/VVtsqxF_c8I/AAAAAAAAHsg/0Oc5ViBxY4Y/s1600/DSC_2060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkWd_erKCgc/VVtsqxF_c8I/AAAAAAAAHsg/0Oc5ViBxY4Y/s320/DSC_2060.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gavin found the species on the map</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSzTR1Czpg8/VVtsuOH8A8I/AAAAAAAAHso/SiyHXG6YIic/s1600/DSC_2062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSzTR1Czpg8/VVtsuOH8A8I/AAAAAAAAHso/SiyHXG6YIic/s320/DSC_2062.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We held a tarantula&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBgqkjaygJs/VVtoK92LV6I/AAAAAAAAHrk/jEMEagrJfUs/s1600/DSC_2040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBgqkjaygJs/VVtoK92LV6I/AAAAAAAAHrk/jEMEagrJfUs/s320/DSC_2040.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, not WE HELD........THEY HELD a tarantula...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itLZm-lFckc/VVtoDFMc7HI/AAAAAAAAHrc/vTyvDL-qlrM/s1600/DSC_2038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itLZm-lFckc/VVtoDFMc7HI/AAAAAAAAHrc/vTyvDL-qlrM/s320/DSC_2038.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">we rode a train</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QW7uSMH30Sk/VVtjte4wfkI/AAAAAAAAHqg/BcLZfKD9jDs/s1600/DSC_2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QW7uSMH30Sk/VVtjte4wfkI/AAAAAAAAHqg/BcLZfKD9jDs/s320/DSC_2000.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DaR1bqeX4ak/VVtjwie-_0I/AAAAAAAAHqo/A5OFR0t73TM/s1600/DSC_2002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DaR1bqeX4ak/VVtjwie-_0I/AAAAAAAAHqo/A5OFR0t73TM/s320/DSC_2002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We played on the playground</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oY40Ul9H2nw/VVthwKJ32bI/AAAAAAAAHp8/vWuZ_rFSmdA/s1600/DSC_1987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oY40Ul9H2nw/VVthwKJ32bI/AAAAAAAAHp8/vWuZ_rFSmdA/s320/DSC_1987.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We dug for dinosaur bones and visited some dinosaurs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT_esZNsQTo/VVtmE-Q6bgI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/F031SmOQ8wc/s1600/DSC_2033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT_esZNsQTo/VVtmE-Q6bgI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/F031SmOQ8wc/s320/DSC_2033.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we sat in Papa Bears chair</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqFTsIiufLI/VVtusu3Ms1I/AAAAAAAAHs0/7FfK--yuB5g/s1600/DSC_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqFTsIiufLI/VVtusu3Ms1I/AAAAAAAAHs0/7FfK--yuB5g/s320/DSC_2075.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD3hHttNCiE/VVtwvisoBPI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/EuFvUboBzRM/s1600/DSC_2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD3hHttNCiE/VVtwvisoBPI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/EuFvUboBzRM/s320/DSC_2080.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and we sat in Baby Bears chair</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWesyHmWLGo/VVtu2EccsKI/AAAAAAAAHs8/8xsWiBk8Z7A/s1600/DSC_2076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWesyHmWLGo/VVtu2EccsKI/AAAAAAAAHs8/8xsWiBk8Z7A/s320/DSC_2076.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDA1DTOljlA/VVtu2IAnIZI/AAAAAAAAHtA/phd4azW9Yhg/s1600/DSC_2077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDA1DTOljlA/VVtu2IAnIZI/AAAAAAAAHtA/phd4azW9Yhg/s320/DSC_2077.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We visited Snakes, gators and fish</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBsiDJjO2go/VVtxHrbsV-I/AAAAAAAAHtc/ioRiRIyj0Q8/s1600/DSC_2090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBsiDJjO2go/VVtxHrbsV-I/AAAAAAAAHtc/ioRiRIyj0Q8/s320/DSC_2090.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfyul0ZFzwc/VVtyUt7F5WI/AAAAAAAAHts/tqxkNEdibDY/s1600/DSC_2091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfyul0ZFzwc/VVtyUt7F5WI/AAAAAAAAHts/tqxkNEdibDY/s320/DSC_2091.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLw00WxlLlE/VVtyZLcU7kI/AAAAAAAAHt0/hyJ3QH7KlvM/s1600/DSC_2097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLw00WxlLlE/VVtyZLcU7kI/AAAAAAAAHt0/hyJ3QH7KlvM/s320/DSC_2097.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and finally we built a tunnel out of plumbing pipes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbyBc_dyy2w/VVtxHavgJoI/AAAAAAAAHtY/C6Zi4v6n9cY/s1600/DSC_2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbyBc_dyy2w/VVtxHavgJoI/AAAAAAAAHtY/C6Zi4v6n9cY/s320/DSC_2088.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and then it was time to go.....Jenn</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-69283116952291897192015-05-20T08:00:00.001-07:002015-05-20T08:00:16.335-07:00SoccerIt appears as though this week we will be wrapping up this soccer season. It has proven to be fun, exhausting and a juggling experience. 7 of the 8 children played this season, they have all learned new skills and had fun doing it. Most of the kids want to give it a go in the fall, Others want to try something else. Brian and I are glad to have the summer off to rest and re-coop before the next season begins.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kY76A0rKIC4/VVtbqkUHS4I/AAAAAAAAHo8/QBl-YSNPgHg/s1600/DSC_1561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kY76A0rKIC4/VVtbqkUHS4I/AAAAAAAAHo8/QBl-YSNPgHg/s320/DSC_1561.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Some warm ups</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xscu79l6FZo/VVtcDKOrVVI/AAAAAAAAHpE/ZBeXXrCOiEU/s1600/IMAG1939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xscu79l6FZo/VVtcDKOrVVI/AAAAAAAAHpE/ZBeXXrCOiEU/s320/IMAG1939.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">some games</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0zzYqvLjCo/VVtcsgvVobI/AAAAAAAAHpY/RNAqCd-Ywl0/s1600/IMAG1835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0zzYqvLjCo/VVtcsgvVobI/AAAAAAAAHpY/RNAqCd-Ywl0/s320/IMAG1835.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">some games in the rain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V296WHYh4Y/VVtcskjloEI/AAAAAAAAHpY/7rLk8Hhq1b0/s1600/IMAG1824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V296WHYh4Y/VVtcskjloEI/AAAAAAAAHpY/7rLk8Hhq1b0/s320/IMAG1824.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frYMoRwJWqU/VVtcsq0yLPI/AAAAAAAAHpY/rDADrO6J3_k/s1600/IMAG1822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frYMoRwJWqU/VVtcsq0yLPI/AAAAAAAAHpY/rDADrO6J3_k/s320/IMAG1822.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvz5DGX-W0s/VVtcstaR0PI/AAAAAAAAHpY/l53vRRsihtg/s1600/IMAG1787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvz5DGX-W0s/VVtcstaR0PI/AAAAAAAAHpY/l53vRRsihtg/s320/IMAG1787.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_E4fTT_2jHU/VVtcst_UEcI/AAAAAAAAHpY/BvFC-8u2WOk/s1600/IMAG1784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_E4fTT_2jHU/VVtcst_UEcI/AAAAAAAAHpY/BvFC-8u2WOk/s320/IMAG1784.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>looking forward to the next season.....JennJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-77520326699398764052015-05-19T05:50:00.000-07:002015-05-19T05:56:57.098-07:00Busy BeaversI now understand the term "busy beavers" I thought we were busy before, I had no idea what busy was until we threw in building a new chicken coop. Glad we are almost done with our big project. It has been a rewarding experience for us and the children. We have mastered "team work", teaching safe handling of power tools, and shown the children that even when building something math is important.<br /><br />Grand-daddy drove the big tractor down to dig holes for the posts. Here we have the cedar posts set and tamped.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFtk-Jf0z6Q/VVsuJuu3UpI/AAAAAAAAHnw/qzc1-In9qug/s1600/IMAG1984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFtk-Jf0z6Q/VVsuJuu3UpI/AAAAAAAAHnw/qzc1-In9qug/s320/IMAG1984.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Building the nesting boxes<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lh8imqSBQfI/VVsutjkIr5I/AAAAAAAAHn4/H8Ub3nWqvp4/s1600/IMAG1980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lh8imqSBQfI/VVsutjkIr5I/AAAAAAAAHn4/H8Ub3nWqvp4/s320/IMAG1980.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6lQ3u6SztI/VVsuthKt_rI/AAAAAAAAHn4/J11V2kzSDvA/s1600/IMAG1971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6lQ3u6SztI/VVsuthKt_rI/AAAAAAAAHn4/J11V2kzSDvA/s320/IMAG1971.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc6INgSmiwQ/VVsutikS3TI/AAAAAAAAHn4/XJV1eFCvF-s/s1600/IMAG1976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc6INgSmiwQ/VVsutikS3TI/AAAAAAAAHn4/XJV1eFCvF-s/s320/IMAG1976.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpla9C9RNXM/VVsutj7aLyI/AAAAAAAAHn4/zd9uKr3MOz0/s1600/IMAG1982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpla9C9RNXM/VVsutj7aLyI/AAAAAAAAHn4/zd9uKr3MOz0/s320/IMAG1982.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-3De-M3eU/VVsuto7s6JI/AAAAAAAAHn4/cLQux-QmQmQ/s1600/IMAG1985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-3De-M3eU/VVsuto7s6JI/AAAAAAAAHn4/cLQux-QmQmQ/s320/IMAG1985.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzCbk4V9Xe4/VVsutmZWK7I/AAAAAAAAHn4/9xG2fTosWdA/s1600/IMAG1988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzCbk4V9Xe4/VVsutmZWK7I/AAAAAAAAHn4/9xG2fTosWdA/s320/IMAG1988.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The hen house......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1CCVHxlyuI/VVsu7gTBDCI/AAAAAAAAHoE/Hh0pzXGMPBA/s1600/IMAG2003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1CCVHxlyuI/VVsu7gTBDCI/AAAAAAAAHoE/Hh0pzXGMPBA/s320/IMAG2003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZHpiVkWX18/VVsvDLe4NHI/AAAAAAAAHoM/s_lE2mNsu4I/s1600/IMAG2053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZHpiVkWX18/VVsvDLe4NHI/AAAAAAAAHoM/s_lE2mNsu4I/s320/IMAG2053.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejqYqMO1ZXc/VVsxBFEozvI/AAAAAAAAHoY/LPs8vZPJorc/s1600/IMAG2054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejqYqMO1ZXc/VVsxBFEozvI/AAAAAAAAHoY/LPs8vZPJorc/s320/IMAG2054.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Z_1thwURE/VVszDTBO5KI/AAAAAAAAHok/cuTOc-TtxF0/s1600/IMAG2045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Z_1thwURE/VVszDTBO5KI/AAAAAAAAHok/cuTOc-TtxF0/s320/IMAG2045.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XVbQhzyqf8/VVszDUbIg-I/AAAAAAAAHok/knNLWh0zCvM/s1600/IMAG2043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XVbQhzyqf8/VVszDUbIg-I/AAAAAAAAHok/knNLWh0zCvM/s320/IMAG2043.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />We are almost done and looking forward to getting our new hens.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-90158992377940601792015-05-04T18:45:00.000-07:002015-05-04T18:45:15.913-07:00SocksIt seems as though I just can not get any time to sit and just write anymore. I find myself asking what happened? where did all of my time go? After today, I think I spend it with socks. Picking them up, playing hide and seek with them, washing them, drying them, and trying to find their mate!<br /><br />This morning began with a lovely breakfast in bed thanks to my wonderful husband. We got moving and as I began my day it quickly was consumed with socks. As I walk to the kitchen to take my dishes I see socks....in the hallway, in the chair, under the end table, over there in the corner, on the fireplace.....let me put it this way, the only place free of socks was the ceiling fan! I put my dishes in the sink and as I pick up socks I am noticing socks on the shelf under the end table and in the couch cushions and under the recliner and I am thinking back to a fiend's post on Facebook and knowing that I am not the only one I decide why not.....next blog.....SOCKS!<br /><br />This is Tiffany's mismatched sock pile she has 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls.......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koDoFMrre_4/VUexxPtrghI/AAAAAAAAHKE/_aKXV0ZqXnY/s1600/socks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koDoFMrre_4/VUexxPtrghI/AAAAAAAAHKE/_aKXV0ZqXnY/s320/socks.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />This is our mismatched sock bucket......our bucket was made up from 4 boys and 4 girls......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jl4L7pSpOQ0/VUgcibAN4fI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/tUz22zKA1LI/s1600/IMAG1943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jl4L7pSpOQ0/VUgcibAN4fI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/tUz22zKA1LI/s320/IMAG1943.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I appreciate the fact that "its trendy" to wear mismatched socks these days and that would probably save some people a lot of money but it creates chaos in a person with OCD.<br /><br />When my mom comes to visit she wants so much to "help out" how ever she can. I came home from work one day and there was my empty sock bucket in the laundry room. Mom was so proud she managed to match every single sock. I had no idea how she did it until I pulled a pair of socks from my dresser the next day, I should have known better......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms5tELdAsEs/VUgc4bWSZ1I/AAAAAAAAHMk/hDjByfK6Rx0/s1600/IMAG1942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms5tELdAsEs/VUgc4bWSZ1I/AAAAAAAAHMk/hDjByfK6Rx0/s320/IMAG1942.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Although these socks are black one of them is mine and the other my daughters which means my circulation was being cut off.</div><br />Mom is no longer allowed near my sock bucket, I hide it every year and faithfully, she asks for it every year, I very politely tell her they have all been matched. So she moves onto ironing all of our underwear in perfect squares because they fit better in the drawers that way.<br /><br />I spend much of my day starting one task and as I am working on that task I switch gears and begin another task, the end of the day I am exhausted and looking around I'm wondering what I did all day. Now I know, I am picking up socks as the sock bunny hides them. One day I will find all the matches and until then my family has taught me that it's not the fault of the dryer that all of our socks are mismatched, not the dryers fault at all, its the kids fault!<br /><br />Until next time.......JennJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-25634231089291391832015-03-13T10:03:00.003-07:002015-03-13T10:03:29.145-07:00BUSY BUSY BUSYIt has been a busy couple of weeks for us, who am I kidding? We stay busy but the last couple of weeks have been very busy with deadlines, yearly appointments, things at school etc... etc... etc.....I was awakened this morning by 2 simultaneous text messages from my mom at 7:23 am my time, my mom lives in PEI, Canada one hour ahead of us. She was letting me know she cant believe she slept that long, I was wishing I was still sleeping! Meanwhile I am trying to remember how I got in bed last night I was so tired from the days events. Wednesday and Thursday just sort of ran together, Brian had a tooth ache I picked up his kids from school he asked I join him at the dentist with the kids so I did, he went home with one child and I took the other three to Savannah's dance class and the running did not cease for me until bedtime. Thursday Brian took the kids to school came home and went back to bed, my alarm went off to take Logan to Grandma's house so I can head to town and see Emily's project celebration....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nd9zMbxq-A/VQMVHRDBoOI/AAAAAAAAFi8/Cx51QOZPUVk/s1600/IMAG1538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nd9zMbxq-A/VQMVHRDBoOI/AAAAAAAAFi8/Cx51QOZPUVk/s1600/IMAG1538.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>I left the project celebration to head and get Brian's kids from school and take them to the dentist for 11:30. All 4 got their teeth cleaned. 2 kids needed extractions and fillings and the dentist conveniently had available time slots that afternoon at 2pm......we left dentist office at 5pm. Stopped to pick up pizza and medication then came home, Brian got home from work and I went out to pick up Logan from Grandma's at some point I got in the bed and went to sleep.<br /><br />Today is Friday the 13th. My grandmother was a very superstitious lady. Today I set my superstitions aside and welcome the fact that I do not need to go anywhere or do anything until 2 pm when I have to head to town for carline at school and come home to cook tacos for what will be 8 starving kids. A day for me with little to do, its almost like a holiday!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-89393165466540260632015-03-04T17:27:00.000-08:002015-03-04T17:27:01.845-08:00Daddy's little PrincessSavannah always wanted to take part in dance classes and when she batted her pretty blue eyes at her daddy (I taught her that) she got just what she wanted!<br /><br />Doesn't she look just beautiful????<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LrWfw9BX24/VPevtZafdiI/AAAAAAAAFPk/qplBtnoyWWU/s1600/IMAG1453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LrWfw9BX24/VPevtZafdiI/AAAAAAAAFPk/qplBtnoyWWU/s1600/IMAG1453.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bflMswy-qM8/VPevtUzCxlI/AAAAAAAAFPk/8Mnc6XkAQHk/s1600/IMAG1452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bflMswy-qM8/VPevtUzCxlI/AAAAAAAAFPk/8Mnc6XkAQHk/s1600/IMAG1452.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />Tonight was the first night and she absolutely loved it! I guess she will need to keep batting her eyes....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRXkfCdPAWw/VPev9Qb7pAI/AAAAAAAAFPs/aaQOAlvbirM/s1600/IMAG1454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRXkfCdPAWw/VPev9Qb7pAI/AAAAAAAAFPs/aaQOAlvbirM/s1600/IMAG1454.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh-6xwoPno8/VPev9Y0qKkI/AAAAAAAAFPs/UPNvKiOy4SE/s1600/IMAG1455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh-6xwoPno8/VPev9Y0qKkI/AAAAAAAAFPs/UPNvKiOy4SE/s1600/IMAG1455.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud7QAe2P45M/VPev9QfTGuI/AAAAAAAAFPs/vbZVnKv-Lds/s1600/IMAG1456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud7QAe2P45M/VPev9QfTGuI/AAAAAAAAFPs/vbZVnKv-Lds/s1600/IMAG1456.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_gvOwJR9Rc/VPev9YkO7ZI/AAAAAAAAFPs/mEv0yPqWh-w/s1600/IMAG1458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_gvOwJR9Rc/VPev9YkO7ZI/AAAAAAAAFPs/mEv0yPqWh-w/s1600/IMAG1458.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />There is just something that happens to Daddy's when they have a little girl, they turn to mush when their little princess says but pleeeeeese daddy with her head tilted to the side and their little eyelashes fluttering!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-77702890163741418572015-02-24T11:15:00.001-08:002015-02-24T11:15:40.641-08:00Snow FlakesLast week our children went to school Monday morning. It was not long and the news began listing school districts that were letting out early. The kids did not return to school last week, yesterday was their first day back, parents and kids were both just has happy.<br /><br />This morning I packed up the kids and waited until the last moment to wake Logan up because slowly school districts were delaying the start of school or closing schools all together. Our school did not make the list and after several failed attempts at calling the school I woke Logan up and we began our journey to town.<br /><br />About half way there I called the school again and found out that we were delayed 2 hours. We went on our way and got the oil changed instead, while getting the oil changed we got the news that school would not open today.<br /><br />We headed to Walmart for soccer equipment and when we left the store the snowflakes were big and beautiful I wish I had my good camera to capture these flakes.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QApNA0wIoyU/VOzNNXaSyaI/AAAAAAAAE20/TCXZLxeoZNA/s1600/IMAG1341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QApNA0wIoyU/VOzNNXaSyaI/AAAAAAAAE20/TCXZLxeoZNA/s1600/IMAG1341.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCNqA2XYKao/VOzNNXRmt1I/AAAAAAAAE20/1eE8MCG6OLA/s1600/IMAG1342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCNqA2XYKao/VOzNNXRmt1I/AAAAAAAAE20/1eE8MCG6OLA/s1600/IMAG1342.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHCSxq584dc/VOzNNeYrexI/AAAAAAAAE20/KSAFE-inwr4/s1600/IMAG1344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHCSxq584dc/VOzNNeYrexI/AAAAAAAAE20/KSAFE-inwr4/s1600/IMAG1344.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6T-0FBxRTXY/VOzNNXoL1cI/AAAAAAAAE20/eOXedo0BDr0/s1600/IMAG1339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6T-0FBxRTXY/VOzNNXoL1cI/AAAAAAAAE20/eOXedo0BDr0/s1600/IMAG1339.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCqs_NBkBa0/VOzNNcSLV3I/AAAAAAAAE20/IJ3gxfWK_7M/s1600/IMAG1340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCqs_NBkBa0/VOzNNcSLV3I/AAAAAAAAE20/IJ3gxfWK_7M/s1600/IMAG1340.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEJCVJWviM/VOzNNSRWr3I/AAAAAAAAE20/iZL6TwJyKaA/s1600/IMAG1345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEJCVJWviM/VOzNNSRWr3I/AAAAAAAAE20/iZL6TwJyKaA/s1600/IMAG1345.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>Makayla says "look mommy they look like real snowflakes like on TV!" Maybe because they are real snowflakes Makayla.....Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-74895342433585929622015-02-18T11:20:00.000-08:002015-02-18T11:20:01.068-08:00House Bound Banana BreadThe kids and I have been house bound for two and a half days solid now due to snow and ice and warnings to stay off the roads! Kids have not been at school its getting to be like a boring summer break with no summer camps or anything to do!<br /><br />I managed to hide some bananas from the kids.....yes I have to hide them! Can you imagine hiding fruit from your kids? I had to hide them so I can make banana bread.....I was ever so excited with the success of my hide.....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03iviZhYH_Y/VOTk6ME9wqI/AAAAAAAAEsc/r7-pz1FiHcg/s1600/IMAG1296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03iviZhYH_Y/VOTk6ME9wqI/AAAAAAAAEsc/r7-pz1FiHcg/s1600/IMAG1296.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today was a prime time to make the bread.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUpP3dq88k4/VOTlHlOgLAI/AAAAAAAAEsk/Cue2Kot85gU/s1600/IMAG1307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUpP3dq88k4/VOTlHlOgLAI/AAAAAAAAEsk/Cue2Kot85gU/s1600/IMAG1307.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mw_SHfVGgK4/VOTlJyQILEI/AAAAAAAAEss/a2UISO2ghpk/s1600/IMAG1308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mw_SHfVGgK4/VOTlJyQILEI/AAAAAAAAEss/a2UISO2ghpk/s1600/IMAG1308.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hJaNaZGGK0/VOTlMGSFlII/AAAAAAAAEs0/Rpnqo0EYKqk/s1600/IMAG1309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hJaNaZGGK0/VOTlMGSFlII/AAAAAAAAEs0/Rpnqo0EYKqk/s1600/IMAG1309.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwzTasL80Ec/VOTlObJr9VI/AAAAAAAAEs8/4cmb6fE5JZk/s1600/IMAG1310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwzTasL80Ec/VOTlObJr9VI/AAAAAAAAEs8/4cmb6fE5JZk/s1600/IMAG1310.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zpYQMilL4hY/VOTlRfokpKI/AAAAAAAAEtE/y848swQlbgQ/s1600/IMAG1311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zpYQMilL4hY/VOTlRfokpKI/AAAAAAAAEtE/y848swQlbgQ/s1600/IMAG1311.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bexHuvOarrs/VOTlTen8qhI/AAAAAAAAEtM/cDUL-Hz1aHs/s1600/IMAG1312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bexHuvOarrs/VOTlTen8qhI/AAAAAAAAEtM/cDUL-Hz1aHs/s1600/IMAG1312.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and after 40 minutes at 350 degrees.......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCG-oUEw2Jo/VOTlZMkJjxI/AAAAAAAAEtU/-hH_qpVDXOU/s1600/IMAG1313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCG-oUEw2Jo/VOTlZMkJjxI/AAAAAAAAEtU/-hH_qpVDXOU/s1600/IMAG1313.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-SlEgP6QnM/VOTla3WEZ4I/AAAAAAAAEtc/iIU2LrqUzDI/s1600/IMAG1314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-SlEgP6QnM/VOTla3WEZ4I/AAAAAAAAEtc/iIU2LrqUzDI/s1600/IMAG1314.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was wonderful! Hubby will be delighted when he gets home!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-2024762872017291892015-02-17T09:46:00.001-08:002015-02-17T09:46:58.475-08:00Our first snow dayIt was scary as the snow quickly fell and my husband is an hour away at work. Our cars are very small, the excessive weight they are, they travel well in snow. Unfortunately it is not us we have to worry about!<br /><br />I made my way to the gas station not far from our home to purchase some gas, bar oil and 2 stroke engine oil. We have a lot of trees on our lot and a very long driveway. To be prepared we need to be ready to cut ourselves out if need be. The forecast was for inches of ice accumulation (different stations had different amounts up to 3 inches) and 3-5 inches of snow which is not a lot to a Canadian but its a lot to North Carolina!<br /><br />Hubby managed to leave work early and make it home safe and sound.<br /><br />I woke up this morning delighted to see our bedrooms ceiling fan still turning, that meant we had power, I pull back our blackout curtains and I could see grass poking through the snow. We hardly got anything! The snow fell and then came some sleet and ice which put a crust on top of powder and neither is any good for snowman making, I was so disappointed, I made some coffee and pulled out Fifty Shades Freed. The house was quiet soft snoring came from the children's bedrooms this meant a little bit of mommy time for reading. School had been cancelled since last night and I was going to take advantage of the few peaceful moments I was going to get today.<br /><br />Breakfast was over and the kids begged to be outside as disappointing as it was this might be the only time to get snow pictures this year and winter is about to be over. We bundled up and headed out into our disappointment...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYUzPNXc430/VON2wD_lnEI/AAAAAAAAEpU/OcTdGUWcf0o/s1600/DSC_1165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYUzPNXc430/VON2wD_lnEI/AAAAAAAAEpU/OcTdGUWcf0o/s1600/DSC_1165.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1JzsXpMT9s/VON2f9lHdkI/AAAAAAAAEpM/GrWJAnY_fpw/s1600/DSC_1169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1JzsXpMT9s/VON2f9lHdkI/AAAAAAAAEpM/GrWJAnY_fpw/s1600/DSC_1169.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfRWnOBvpyU/VON2xPWvppI/AAAAAAAAEpY/z-HlOXlJn8U/s1600/DSC_1183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfRWnOBvpyU/VON2xPWvppI/AAAAAAAAEpY/z-HlOXlJn8U/s1600/DSC_1183.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43I34cGPypM/VON6afJtAlI/AAAAAAAAEpo/KL-b1V-P774/s1600/DSC_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43I34cGPypM/VON6afJtAlI/AAAAAAAAEpo/KL-b1V-P774/s1600/DSC_1187.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hoeK1TERd8c/VON6rwy7bBI/AAAAAAAAEpw/JXEi42I0PMM/s1600/DSC_1188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hoeK1TERd8c/VON6rwy7bBI/AAAAAAAAEpw/JXEi42I0PMM/s1600/DSC_1188.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05ff4wX0sMY/VON6tSqJqpI/AAAAAAAAEp4/YD8VQCRBZf0/s1600/DSC_1190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05ff4wX0sMY/VON6tSqJqpI/AAAAAAAAEp4/YD8VQCRBZf0/s1600/DSC_1190.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Annie's flat snowman!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ny19WhugD4/VON8katFg1I/AAAAAAAAEqM/1mQxwUvOxTA/s1600/DSC_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ny19WhugD4/VON8katFg1I/AAAAAAAAEqM/1mQxwUvOxTA/s1600/DSC_1192.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZR1OALI4XE/VON8eMAIlRI/AAAAAAAAEqE/HFQa9c6In2E/s1600/DSC_1195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZR1OALI4XE/VON8eMAIlRI/AAAAAAAAEqE/HFQa9c6In2E/s1600/DSC_1195.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5wnzaJFDuU/VON80RhiIZI/AAAAAAAAEqU/AKdyuLVersA/s1600/DSC_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5wnzaJFDuU/VON80RhiIZI/AAAAAAAAEqU/AKdyuLVersA/s1600/DSC_1196.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp; I am thinking it was more disappointing for me, they look like they were having fun!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-25893322556190486522015-02-16T11:01:00.001-08:002015-02-16T11:01:21.587-08:00It's party time.....Logan's 2nd birthdayMy little man had a Tonka truck birthday party. It was almost perfect just missing Grandma Cindy from http://hats-n-hospitalitea-cindy.blogspot.ca/&nbsp;and Grandpa Guy from&nbsp;http://peiblog.ca/<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1SyJpRJzRk/VOE_n_qc56I/AAAAAAAAEi8/679G-rd-Dgg/s1600/DSC_1152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1SyJpRJzRk/VOE_n_qc56I/AAAAAAAAEi8/679G-rd-Dgg/s1600/DSC_1152.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm2C2ec9lI0/VOFBkpajhJI/AAAAAAAAEjI/XfFe3rGeG6s/s1600/DSC_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm2C2ec9lI0/VOFBkpajhJI/AAAAAAAAEjI/XfFe3rGeG6s/s1600/DSC_1153.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1RgtSjB7QU/VOFLnE5HAwI/AAAAAAAAEl4/kKHQB485nA0/s1600/DSC_1139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1RgtSjB7QU/VOFLnE5HAwI/AAAAAAAAEl4/kKHQB485nA0/s1600/DSC_1139.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_dRtvp0MtA/VOFLjll_xhI/AAAAAAAAElw/Lh-D296b2_8/s1600/DSC_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_dRtvp0MtA/VOFLjll_xhI/AAAAAAAAElw/Lh-D296b2_8/s1600/DSC_1135.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvxnyd-Bbcs/VOFK-_dExyI/AAAAAAAAElo/_ZG0SqYHD0U/s1600/DSC_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvxnyd-Bbcs/VOFK-_dExyI/AAAAAAAAElo/_ZG0SqYHD0U/s1600/DSC_1127.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>It was a wonderful celebration for our little 2 year old!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-49718597270764999732015-02-14T06:34:00.002-08:002015-02-14T06:34:45.308-08:00Getting creative in the kitchen!First of all, I owe my mom for my creativeness and talent when it comes to the kitchen and crafts, and to the following I owe the wonderful folks who post online to share with others.<br /><br />We were supposed to do Logan's second birthday yesterday but it was delayed due to a post office delay. So my big plan of the week is all messed up every detail of our busy life is planned day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. I have to admit I am a little excessive and OCD. When things don't go the way they were supposed to it throws my mind into chaos! I had no plan for dinner last night, none whatsoever, because we were supposed to do Logan's party and all the food was planned and a simple swap would not do since Logan's dinner birthday party is now lunch the next day. Figuring out what to cook is very difficult!<br /><br />Don't get me wrong I can handle change I just don't like change and I can handle everyday foo paws but dinner is huge it is a big thing! The biggest thing is a menu, when I know what to cook, I cook it, it is done! When a dinner is taken away for whatever reason it is so hard for me to come up with a new plan on short notice and my brain does not want to figure out dinner plans. To this I owe thanks to my mom as well. It is easy and fun to cook, thinking up what to cook is a whole other ball park!<br /><br />One of the kids said breakfast which is great but every Saturday morning we do a big breakfast for all the kids, we don't want 2 meals in a row of breakfast. Hubby said grilled cheese I thought for a minute and hey why not....he quickly added and tomato soup its cold outside it will help warm the kids....perfect! As long as I have hubby's brains providing dinner ideas I can cook with these little mishaps a whole lot better!<br /><br />I fixed grilled cheese on the waffle makers. I had to make grilled cheese sandwiches for 10 and they take so long in a frying pan I put the soup in the pot and mixed it with milk, I took out the waffle makers and began making sandwiches on 3 waffle makers. It took no time at all and they were the best grilled cheese sandwiches I have ever had!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ff07xB3Hvc/VN9cInwYSBI/AAAAAAAAEX4/d-lRHBY9AAE/s1600/IMAG1282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ff07xB3Hvc/VN9cInwYSBI/AAAAAAAAEX4/d-lRHBY9AAE/s1600/IMAG1282.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-50106391886756200542015-02-13T08:14:00.000-08:002015-02-13T08:14:04.420-08:00My Birthday Boy Turns 2!What kind of mamma schedules a well child visit on the child's second birthday????? This mamma does! Of course it was by accident, not that I forgot my sons birthday its that I generally schedule multiple things all at once based on the day of the week not the "date" of the week! I know this child has therapy this day every week, early release days every Monday, and so on and so forth so I work on a Monday through Friday bases and not pay attention to anything else......After seeing his face I did promise to pay attention to the "date" going forward!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">In the waiting room none the wiser eating his birthday breakfast...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Q153L1oCS4/VN4gKgWoEHI/AAAAAAAAEUE/ggR7SBBWBow/s1600/IMAG1265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Q153L1oCS4/VN4gKgWoEHI/AAAAAAAAEUE/ggR7SBBWBow/s1600/IMAG1265.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uQ8oMTPY5Q/VN4gKnTed_I/AAAAAAAAEUE/K1CGSEXpbkk/s1600/IMAG1264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uQ8oMTPY5Q/VN4gKnTed_I/AAAAAAAAEUE/K1CGSEXpbkk/s1600/IMAG1264.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />The nurse called us back and had me take off his clothes for a weight check. He immediately began crying and it breaks my heart. He has gone into a panic since he was a wee baby hospitalized for a week with a high fever. It broke my heart to see all the tests they did and sticks and pokes! It makes me wonder.....he can not possibly remember, he must react to me! and I try to be happy and calm him down sing to him softly despite not having a singing voice. My poor little man not ever again on your birthday.....mommy promises!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFcJAnP_OZU/VN4hfqJMtrI/AAAAAAAAEUY/FluYekE86KI/s1600/IMAG1267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFcJAnP_OZU/VN4hfqJMtrI/AAAAAAAAEUY/FluYekE86KI/s1600/IMAG1267.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I was almost in tears over his little face!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG_TSIgEJKs/VN4hfmJ-TmI/AAAAAAAAEUY/t1oV93tk8po/s1600/IMAG1266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG_TSIgEJKs/VN4hfmJ-TmI/AAAAAAAAEUY/t1oV93tk8po/s1600/IMAG1266.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />We were happy to know that he was all caught up on shots and only needed a finger stick because his hemoglobin is usually low. This he is used to and doesn't mind at all!<br /><br />Time to head home I have a lot to do with a birthday party this week!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-18845317205963935942015-02-10T18:18:00.002-08:002015-02-10T18:18:43.030-08:00Surviving multiple children takes a lot of patience and organization......This is how we do it......I recall arriving at the zoo, one of my favorite places to take the children we park our 2 little Toyota Prius' together and get out of the car to stretch and unfold the stroller. I stand as kids file out and find their buddy and I watch folks pass by staring at us like we are crazy and I am sure wondering to themselves do those people not know what birth control is????? To all of those people I say "Yes, as a matter of fact we do know what birth control is! We did not plan our life, we chose it knowing full well what we were getting into, a full on team made up of two divorcees that fell madly in love with each other and our combined 8 children, a Brady Bunch of the sorts with a couple of extra, and this is how we do it...."<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />The bathroom closet where a normal family would put towels, washcloths and some personal items has been reinvented......shelves with buckets labeled for each child and their toiletries inside, This was a must and I set this up about 2 years ago when we moved in. Our old house was built in the 50's and was a sizable house but lacked cabinet space, closet space and storage. So each day was a challenge. I promised myself that when we moved everyone of our children would have their own spot for their own things so nobody can touch or use someone else's things by accident. There is nothing worse then a frantic kid running to you saying "so and so used my toothbrush now I want a new one!" We went through toothbrushes like crazy even with their names wrote in sharpie as we had some kids that could not read<span id="goog_1541965104"></span><span id="goog_1541965105"></span>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_jlTmO2p04/VNquZ6ssLFI/AAAAAAAAEN0/ifvgnWk1YyQ/s1600/IMAG1257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_jlTmO2p04/VNquZ6ssLFI/AAAAAAAAEN0/ifvgnWk1YyQ/s1600/IMAG1257.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>Our bathroom closet houses items found at a great bargain....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs48WsXijo0/VE6qG5N1XUI/AAAAAAAABdw/bN5RZTgQM_I/s1600/IMAG0770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs48WsXijo0/VE6qG5N1XUI/AAAAAAAABdw/bN5RZTgQM_I/s1600/IMAG0770.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />Closets are labeled by child and clothing....."Makayla Pants, Annie PJ's" and so on.<br /><br />Bedrooms look like army barracks, and the formal living room and formal dinning room double as a bedroom and office. We have even converted part of our very large laundry room into a bedroom for Tyler who would rather share his room with the washer and dryer then share with his younger brothers......Pre-Teen boy.....who can argue with that?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcttRT4uvIw/VNq0DgattiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/Pu722mPLY0o/s1600/IMAG1254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcttRT4uvIw/VNq0DgattiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/Pu722mPLY0o/s1600/IMAG1254.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKB9H2xdXH8/VNqvHFS-qbI/AAAAAAAAEOI/FUULUoxkrvY/s1600/IMAG1258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKB9H2xdXH8/VNqvHFS-qbI/AAAAAAAAEOI/FUULUoxkrvY/s1600/IMAG1258.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxRtRlKPeqU/VNqvL8Kr1uI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/X2-VhGqQUP0/s1600/IMAG1256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxRtRlKPeqU/VNqvL8Kr1uI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/X2-VhGqQUP0/s1600/IMAG1256.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />Laundry is excessive! Can you imagine, let me put it this way out of the 8 children 4 of them are girls, girls change on average 3 times per day so out of one week if you do not do at least one load of laundry per day, you can hang it up your weekend is ruined by piles of laundry! I have this down to a science though, I wash and dry then sort. Avery and Gavin have one hamper, Tyler has another, Savannah has one, Annie and Emily have one, Makayla has her own, Logan has his own and there is one labeled for mom and dad. As I pull clothes out of the dryer anything that belongs to that specific person gets tossed into their basket for them to fold and put away. I fold all the towels, sheets, Logan's items and adult clothes and put those away. It took a long time to come up with this system but it works great and it makes laundry a whole lot easier!<br /><br />Our table is large, one that is difficult to find a table cloth for but it only has 6 chairs. The company that built the table had since gone out of business so chances of finding matching chairs were slim. I spent some time on craigslist because I can not be the only person with this table but I was unable to find matching chairs and I soon gave up. My parents came for a visit and I asked my dad to build us some benches for the table so we can all eat as a family and we could stop sitting in the living room to eat and pulling computer chairs to the table and so on.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rnltSG5Fvw/VNqv9bHTroI/AAAAAAAAEO8/I57lOZKEXJQ/s1600/IMAG1260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rnltSG5Fvw/VNqv9bHTroI/AAAAAAAAEO8/I57lOZKEXJQ/s1600/IMAG1260.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />Our built in pantry doubles as a game closet and extra storage for large kitchen items, Tupperware and multiple waffle makers and crock pots. Can you imagine making waffles with 1 waffle iron for 10 people?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJA7SO746kY/VNqwAUxUiUI/AAAAAAAAEPE/a0WiTZj_alY/s1600/IMAG1261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJA7SO746kY/VNqwAUxUiUI/AAAAAAAAEPE/a0WiTZj_alY/s1600/IMAG1261.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />Our kitchen is equipped with 2 ovens and a large 5 burner gas stove. We have 2 refrigerators and a chest freezer that is the size of the couch, this is much needed and very much appreciated as we live a minimum of 25 minutes from the store. We live on a large beautiful piece of land in a house my husband grew up in, built with love on land passed down through generations.<br /><br />The back of our fireplace is all brick and faces the table. I stuck command hooks on it to hold our chore chart, rules chart, behavior chart and reward chart. To the right of that is command hooks for each child where you can hang "items we are most proud of" giving the children again a special place to "show off" their accomplishments.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0CLGxJ8Fjk/VNqw7tfniCI/AAAAAAAAEPs/FwsymEZenC4/s1600/IMAG1223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0CLGxJ8Fjk/VNqw7tfniCI/AAAAAAAAEPs/FwsymEZenC4/s1600/IMAG1223.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7SyZ_ibzD4/VNqw7kM0aOI/AAAAAAAAEPs/Vwsea_h1tI8/s1600/IMAG1222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7SyZ_ibzD4/VNqw7kM0aOI/AAAAAAAAEPs/Vwsea_h1tI8/s1600/IMAG1222.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV1DyaNFCeQ/VNqw7vCFSUI/AAAAAAAAEPs/6fKO15tT1Ts/s1600/IMAG1221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV1DyaNFCeQ/VNqw7vCFSUI/AAAAAAAAEPs/6fKO15tT1Ts/s1600/IMAG1221.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>The foyer houses our calendar, a messy chicken scratched jumbled mess dictating each and every day. Today is the 10th of February and there is very little space to write anything else on this calendar. The calendar taped to the bottom is the children's activities...my car carries a well used 280,000 miles trying to keep up.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQjihUVW2xs/VNqy5zfoCmI/AAAAAAAAEP4/EXOQc3gI7Vc/s1600/IMAG1255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQjihUVW2xs/VNqy5zfoCmI/AAAAAAAAEP4/EXOQc3gI7Vc/s1600/IMAG1255.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br />Our office was once the "living room" you know what I am talking about. Back in the 70's when they built houses every house had a living room that was set up that nobody used unless there was company and it also had a den which was used by the household daily. Today this large living room is used as my craft space, as well as a computer lab/office and it houses our large food pantry!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Unb8W_haQRw/VE-4HSN7KhI/AAAAAAAABg4/2uxtGhvCZBw/s1600/IMAG0775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Unb8W_haQRw/VE-4HSN7KhI/AAAAAAAABg4/2uxtGhvCZBw/s1600/IMAG0775.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />One meal in this house to feed all 10 of us consists of:<br />-2 family packs of chicken legs<br />-3 cans of corn<br />-3 cans of green beans<br />-5 pound bag of potatoes<br />This does not include the seasonings for the beans, the milk and butter for the mashed potatoes or the flour, spices or oil for the friend chicken. This will probably double as the kids get bigger!<br /><br />Pizza night is no less then 1 large supreme, 1 large cheese, 2 large pepperoni and bacon, and 2 large pepperoni and sausage!<br /><br />Breakfast consists of 24 eggs, scrambled, 3 lbs of home fries (hash browns), 2 lbs of turkey bacon, 1 loaf of bread. Meet our breakfast makers......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2fym5mucqs/VDCYv1-wKkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/O7JqQcnBdrQ/s1600/cell%2Bphone%2Bphotos%2B050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2fym5mucqs/VDCYv1-wKkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/O7JqQcnBdrQ/s1600/cell%2Bphone%2Bphotos%2B050.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7D5aX6zZLI/VDCaAbZEG7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q9Gqm2m5QNU/s1600/cell%2Bphone%2Bphotos%2B085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7D5aX6zZLI/VDCaAbZEG7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q9Gqm2m5QNU/s1600/cell%2Bphone%2Bphotos%2B085.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBDxPOXejow/VDCemg3EJxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8elGZE7NCJM/s1600/cell%2Bphone%2Bphotos%2B497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBDxPOXejow/VDCemg3EJxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8elGZE7NCJM/s1600/cell%2Bphone%2Bphotos%2B497.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>Yes, we have blue eggs! We have 1 rooster, Bob and 8 hens, Sophia, Nugget, Snowball, Snowy, Snowflake,Whitey, Tiger, and Black Beauty.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1s0olpbu6M/VNq6nfqbv1I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/uYvrnC2cAp4/s1600/IMAG0569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1s0olpbu6M/VNq6nfqbv1I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/uYvrnC2cAp4/s1600/IMAG0569.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div>Popping microwave popcorn for this gang on movie night can take 30 minutes if you stay ontop of it and consistently remove and add a new bag. I often missed much of the movie making sure everyone had their snack and drinks. That was before.......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_3PHTSwo68/VNqzcwAX28I/AAAAAAAAEQA/PM0Ndu__eA8/s1600/IMAG1263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_3PHTSwo68/VNqzcwAX28I/AAAAAAAAEQA/PM0Ndu__eA8/s1600/IMAG1263.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5mSurpK9OE/VNqzirrOzRI/AAAAAAAAEQI/t4sybbLCAKI/s1600/IMAG1239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5mSurpK9OE/VNqzirrOzRI/AAAAAAAAEQI/t4sybbLCAKI/s1600/IMAG1239.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMrbJIik5hQ/VNqzpa1AlII/AAAAAAAAEQQ/1_Hd1IVLMTY/s1600/IMAG1228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMrbJIik5hQ/VNqzpa1AlII/AAAAAAAAEQQ/1_Hd1IVLMTY/s1600/IMAG1228.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze62LlvOrXQ/VNqzpQ4dtuI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/L29NAiuHiIY/s1600/IMAG1213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze62LlvOrXQ/VNqzpQ4dtuI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/L29NAiuHiIY/s1600/IMAG1213.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div>Our hallway is home of my best friend....the Command Hook! I owe many thanks to the person who invented this wonderful useful tool. They are used throughout our house.....who wants to put gigantic holes in their walls to hold up jackets?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOSxSMIU3sQ/VNq0mJIwTRI/AAAAAAAAEQg/U2ZpZ8me_zQ/s1600/IMAG1262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOSxSMIU3sQ/VNq0mJIwTRI/AAAAAAAAEQg/U2ZpZ8me_zQ/s1600/IMAG1262.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With 8 children and my love of photography we would not have walls left if it weren't for command hooks. Can you imagine the nail holes that would have been left over after this???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yK46Xoz-wA0/VNq09yRCa0I/AAAAAAAAEQs/aCmSpMSGNa8/s1600/IMAG1252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yK46Xoz-wA0/VNq09yRCa0I/AAAAAAAAEQs/aCmSpMSGNa8/s1600/IMAG1252.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div>It takes a lot of team work to run this house and no one person can do it alone. Brian and I make a great team which is good for a marriage with or without children, if you make a good team you can do anything!<br /><br />Jenn<br /><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-16924223067206397152015-01-23T09:31:00.001-08:002015-01-23T09:31:13.613-08:00Recipe: Bacon Corn ChowderIt is a chilly day in small town, North Carolina. I went to town to run my errands and came home with a chill in my bones. Brian left for work and it was sleeting outside, I decided to make soup to warm up my insides. This is a recipe from my mom you can often find her at http://besidethetrail.ca/hatsnhospitalitea/ She made this soup and many other wonderful things when we were kids growing up. My grandmother (my mom's mom) was also a great cook although she hated to be in the kitchen. I have never tasted one of her meals that was not absolutely delicious. I do not remember my granny doing a lot of baking other then the most delicious apple crisp that ALWAYS turned out perfect.<br /><br />I guess the ability to cook was past down to me and my brother Chef Matthew by our mother and our grandmother the difference is unlike granny we enjoy to be in the kitchen. Which is probably the reason Matt went on to become a chef and our mom opened a tearoom serving the best scones I have ever tasted. These scones became famous and her tearoom was listed in Chatelian's top 10 tea rooms in Canada. http://www.chatelaine.com/recipes/chatelainekitchen/canada-best-tea-rooms/<br /><br />She went from Chatelaine magazine to The Guardian, her local newspaper. &nbsp;http://www.theguardian.pe.ca/Living/2014-06-21/article-3771464/A-thirst-for-tea-on-P.E.I./1<br /><br />Bacon Corn Chowder<br /><br />1 pound bacon diced and cooked<br />1 onion diced<br />3-4 potaoes (I used 3 cans of diced potatoes rinsed well)<br />16 oz. (1 pt) heavy cream<br />5-6 cans of cream corn<br />salt and pepper to taste.<br /><br />Put heavy cream in large pot to heat on low. Dice bacon and onion and cook together in a frying pan. It is easier to cut the bacon if it is partially frozen.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5f2rd324zA/VMKCbVulHGI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/rxR25U_3NE4/s1600/IMAG1170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5f2rd324zA/VMKCbVulHGI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/rxR25U_3NE4/s1600/IMAG1170.jpg" height="223" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOgfwvKhQek/VMKDD6Ub2TI/AAAAAAAAD3c/CR_nvkTbLGY/s1600/IMAG1168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOgfwvKhQek/VMKDD6Ub2TI/AAAAAAAAD3c/CR_nvkTbLGY/s1600/IMAG1168.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />While the bacon and onion are cooking I dump potatoes and cream corn into the cream and stir. If you dice your own potatoes its sometimes easier to partially pre boil them, drain and then add them to cook the rest of the way. Drain the fat from the bacon and onions then add to the soup. Heat another 20 minutes on low (or until potatoes are cooked) salt and pepper to taste......enjoy<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FPKjns0xg0/VMKEvkR8LqI/AAAAAAAAD3s/sOmsdkeBjIE/s1600/IMAG1171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FPKjns0xg0/VMKEvkR8LqI/AAAAAAAAD3s/sOmsdkeBjIE/s1600/IMAG1171.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-90123936195931160982014-12-26T13:35:00.000-08:002014-12-26T13:35:01.800-08:00Christmas is finally hereAfter another long awaited year my favorite holiday season is here. Christmas marks some of the best memories from my past and most importantly is the birthday of our Savior, Jesus Christ.<br /><br />I love to decorate for Christmas, I love the smells of Christmas and I love what Christmas does to people. People become friendly, smile more, are courteous and I believe it is due to the season.....granted I do live in North Carolina and the excessive heat can turn even the happiest of folks grumpy BUT I would like to believe it is due to Christmas!<br /><br />This year did seem to run smoother then previous years, maybe it is because the kids are getting older, maybe it is because I no longer work, maybe it was because my mom and dad are here and that in it self always makes my holidays joyous, maybe it is because my mother in law got her storage shed built and has been able to move her stored items out of our basement and was ever so kind to give me a table and dresser to "do crafts on or to wrap presents at" and the dresser is to store ribbons, tissue paper, gift bags and tape. That was a wonderful gift and I had never thought to do such a thing as store these items in a dresser....then again with 8 children who has "an extra dresser" to use to store these types of things.<br /><br />Like decorating the entire Christmas tree with a 22 months old only to move the ornaments to the top of the tree, you also can not put presents under the tree before Christmas eve.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYQfYMchnuk/VJ2phSY-KaI/AAAAAAAADX4/507r0LgnxQk/s1600/IMAG0926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYQfYMchnuk/VJ2phSY-KaI/AAAAAAAADX4/507r0LgnxQk/s1600/IMAG0926.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>I like to put presents under the tree before Christmas, it builds the anticipation and gives kids the opportunity to look but not touch, wonder, ponder and build excitement. After realizing that if little L.J. can not stop "undecorating" the tree there is no way I can get pleasure out of watching the kids go crazy over what might be behind the pretty paper and bows.<br /><br />On Christmas eve day while little Logan was taking a nap we redecorated the tree and formed a human chain and passed presents from the adults in the basement and on the stairs, to kids at the top of the stairs through the dinning room, the kitchen and into the living room where our newly beautifully decorated tree sat and awaited Santa's arrival. This was huge for the kids because in previous years they were not allowed to touch and I would purposefully place gifts under the tree in a way that you can not see the name tag so it makes them wonder even more. When we were done we piled the 10 of us in our little Prius' and mom and dad and Braxton in their RV and we drove to my husbands parents house for dinner and gifts.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEo2kpr88kE/VJ2uvXA8hmI/AAAAAAAADYY/wIjxwdp8SEQ/s1600/DSC_0761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEo2kpr88kE/VJ2uvXA8hmI/AAAAAAAADYY/wIjxwdp8SEQ/s1600/DSC_0761.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMyJBLh0MNU/VJ2uucGjnjI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Pv3mK_6NOBY/s1600/DSC_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMyJBLh0MNU/VJ2uucGjnjI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Pv3mK_6NOBY/s1600/DSC_0763.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL1holjaHGE/VJ2utPauwiI/AAAAAAAADYI/hfGhKBpOfkM/s1600/DSC_0765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL1holjaHGE/VJ2utPauwiI/AAAAAAAADYI/hfGhKBpOfkM/s1600/DSC_0765.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUWCpLwgJ44/VJ2xMhE9F2I/AAAAAAAADYk/8CipKuZsBmM/s1600/DSC_0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUWCpLwgJ44/VJ2xMhE9F2I/AAAAAAAADYk/8CipKuZsBmM/s1600/DSC_0771.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br />Around 7 we left to come home and get ready for Santa, we asked the children what the meaning of Christmas meant to them......<br /><br />Savannah 9 years: "Jesus giving birth, being born, sacrificing himself, and dying"<br />Avery 8 years: "giving"<br />Gavin 7 years: with a shoulder shrug he says "family?"<br />Emily 8 years: "we all get together and have fun and decorate the tree"<br />Tyler 11 years: "getting presents and Jesus being born"<br />Makayla 12 years: "the birth of our Lord and Savior"<br />Annie 9 years: "getting out of school"<br /><br />With that it was time to read T'was the night before Christmas.......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR9oUJ_F3cE/VJ20GlYzpKI/AAAAAAAADZA/XgsCtjEuMPw/s1600/DSC_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR9oUJ_F3cE/VJ20GlYzpKI/AAAAAAAADZA/XgsCtjEuMPw/s1600/DSC_0775.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeIzcRRBNZw/VJ2x1PvGHUI/AAAAAAAADY0/M6_K7JurlvY/s1600/DSC_0774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeIzcRRBNZw/VJ2x1PvGHUI/AAAAAAAADY0/M6_K7JurlvY/s1600/DSC_0774.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We tucked all the kids in and we broke out the card table and played Euchre until 1am when the oldest got out of her bed and told us we better to go to sleep or Santa would not come!<br /><br />I was wakened almost 3 hours later, yes you heard me right at 4am I hear kids running up and down the hallway giggling and whispering, I come around the corner to 6 of our 8 kids sitting in the middle of the living room floor gazing over the presents. I put my hands on my hips and said "are y'all crazy? go back to bed" and I went back myself!<br /><br />Everyone reawakened at a decent hour so we had no choice but to roll out of bed. You know it is funny to me I try really hard to get a decent photo of these kids for a Christmas card and I beg them to pleeeeeeese cooperate so its quick and painless I never thought all I would have to do is stick a bunch of presents under the tree and VOILA...........first shot!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9fqShP3Ig8/VJ212xhkNsI/AAAAAAAADZc/-2W8ZL7wHuU/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9fqShP3Ig8/VJ212xhkNsI/AAAAAAAADZc/-2W8ZL7wHuU/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbVGZ4ywpfU/VJ216ngczuI/AAAAAAAADZk/pRFpWawNAYc/s1600/DSC_0803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbVGZ4ywpfU/VJ216ngczuI/AAAAAAAADZk/pRFpWawNAYc/s1600/DSC_0803.JPG" height="265" width="400" /></a></div><br />It is a pretty decent photo! Then the chaos began.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1msTVmkuSY/VJ2199bc1PI/AAAAAAAADZs/nm9fHyTAUMk/s1600/DSC_0808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1msTVmkuSY/VJ2199bc1PI/AAAAAAAADZs/nm9fHyTAUMk/s1600/DSC_0808.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Avery got a "really awesome army tank"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSQOwY_rurY/VJ233M1mHSI/AAAAAAAADZ4/bvYMenqeXtE/s1600/DSC_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSQOwY_rurY/VJ233M1mHSI/AAAAAAAADZ4/bvYMenqeXtE/s1600/DSC_0810.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Savannah excited about her scrapbook kit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elEIxAak4L0/VJ24DOC8bOI/AAAAAAAADaA/2A_U75snZ5Q/s1600/DSC_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elEIxAak4L0/VJ24DOC8bOI/AAAAAAAADaA/2A_U75snZ5Q/s1600/DSC_0813.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tA29_AjNcc/VJ24GLXrkQI/AAAAAAAADaI/KCeE4jM-t5g/s1600/DSC_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tA29_AjNcc/VJ24GLXrkQI/AAAAAAAADaI/KCeE4jM-t5g/s1600/DSC_0815.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xs99w3HMCmI/VJ25zWGk-SI/AAAAAAAADaU/oBCDusMWQyQ/s1600/DSC_0819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xs99w3HMCmI/VJ25zWGk-SI/AAAAAAAADaU/oBCDusMWQyQ/s1600/DSC_0819.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Makayla got a little something from M.J.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4mavODDq54/VJ25-GRq_aI/AAAAAAAADac/AxcsCw_ECig/s1600/DSC_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4mavODDq54/VJ25-GRq_aI/AAAAAAAADac/AxcsCw_ECig/s1600/DSC_0821.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ur3QNF04LYQ/VJ26C5exRAI/AAAAAAAADak/1SPjjoYgPx4/s1600/DSC_0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ur3QNF04LYQ/VJ26C5exRAI/AAAAAAAADak/1SPjjoYgPx4/s1600/DSC_0837.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Surprise Annie it's "Puppy Surprise"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI3-v9CbGl8/VJ29GrAXpyI/AAAAAAAADaw/rsvDX25AeqE/s1600/DSC_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI3-v9CbGl8/VJ29GrAXpyI/AAAAAAAADaw/rsvDX25AeqE/s1600/DSC_0845.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The quilt I made for my little man</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7TFa3q7vJ4g/VJ29QbfeGlI/AAAAAAAADa4/ll7J5NnnUO4/s1600/DSC_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7TFa3q7vJ4g/VJ29QbfeGlI/AAAAAAAADa4/ll7J5NnnUO4/s1600/DSC_0848.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rz3buoeSqE/VJ29TEU2TSI/AAAAAAAADbA/l2UsYeLKCpM/s1600/DSC_0852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rz3buoeSqE/VJ29TEU2TSI/AAAAAAAADbA/l2UsYeLKCpM/s1600/DSC_0852.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJUNAANPaC0/VJ2-fCaaCVI/AAAAAAAADbM/cWAxF3sjU3Q/s1600/DSC_0868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJUNAANPaC0/VJ2-fCaaCVI/AAAAAAAADbM/cWAxF3sjU3Q/s1600/DSC_0868.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnhYmZhXg8U/VJ2-tL5DlEI/AAAAAAAADbU/AYKWPOZ1tZ4/s1600/DSC_0883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnhYmZhXg8U/VJ2-tL5DlEI/AAAAAAAADbU/AYKWPOZ1tZ4/s1600/DSC_0883.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnx3Qqhpl0s/VJ2-yyaQ-6I/AAAAAAAADbc/Lm8xKWW_NKw/s1600/DSC_0892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnx3Qqhpl0s/VJ2-yyaQ-6I/AAAAAAAADbc/Lm8xKWW_NKw/s1600/DSC_0892.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Emily's puppy surprise surprised her with 5 puppies!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LuLoHvuJHdY/VJ3ANqt3r2I/AAAAAAAADbo/FTc0TQk3uTw/s1600/DSC_0901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LuLoHvuJHdY/VJ3ANqt3r2I/AAAAAAAADbo/FTc0TQk3uTw/s1600/DSC_0901.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;and there were game room games for their future game room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6iaISqswWfU/VJ3Bef_jr7I/AAAAAAAADcA/MFcusg9wjuI/s1600/DSC_0930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6iaISqswWfU/VJ3Bef_jr7I/AAAAAAAADcA/MFcusg9wjuI/s1600/DSC_0930.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Nope it is not puppy surprise......Grandma got special surprise earrings from grandpa</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZIdQyTx9lk/VJ3A5Safs7I/AAAAAAAADbw/rXlYQyWZlw0/s1600/DSC_0922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZIdQyTx9lk/VJ3A5Safs7I/AAAAAAAADbw/rXlYQyWZlw0/s1600/DSC_0922.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">M.J. got paper between her toes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpEv3eGpPkg/VJ3A-M8-0HI/AAAAAAAADb4/Ia7vkp_dJTc/s1600/DSC_0909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpEv3eGpPkg/VJ3A-M8-0HI/AAAAAAAADb4/Ia7vkp_dJTc/s1600/DSC_0909.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />And now onto Gavin's 7th birthday on December 27th.......Jenn<br /><br /><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-31405763678865489622014-12-25T22:19:00.001-08:002014-12-25T22:40:19.648-08:00As they get older.......Christmas was ever so difficult this year, and I feel like it is getting harder and harder every year. The 8 kids are between 6 and almost 13 (she is going on 16), and little Logan at 22 months old. I struggle as they get older to find the perfect gift, I keep notes in my cell phone all year long of things they see in the store and which child peaked an interest in it, but when it comes down to the grind sometimes it is old news, no longer interested or I might get lucky that it will just be perfect.<br /><br />The two oldest kids were my most difficult what do you get an almost 13 year old girl and almost 12 year old boy? I had to get creative and I had to get creative real fast!<br /><br />She's almost 13.....Makeup! Husband was not at all impressed.....he will get over it......eventually! I also decided to make her a homemade gift, I try to do this every year as no amount of money or "coolest toys for this year" will ever bring the joy and happiness that a "made especially for you from mommy" gift does......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vrkVkSn-v3Q/VJ0AiEK219I/AAAAAAAADXg/OjkYeD4JaFA/s1600/DSC_0842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vrkVkSn-v3Q/VJ0AiEK219I/AAAAAAAADXg/OjkYeD4JaFA/s1600/DSC_0842.JPG" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br />Tyler was another story he was the hardest, I of course went after the quick and easy gifts I knew he wanted....video games, movies and the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid book, but I had to find that different gift, the one he wouldn't expect but also something that says he is getting older and growing out of the toy stage. I walked the aisles and stopped at the gift set section as something caught my eye.....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Em2cK8m0c3I/VJz-NRbgYiI/AAAAAAAADWc/3dLN1iRoVsE/s1600/IMAG0912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Em2cK8m0c3I/VJz-NRbgYiI/AAAAAAAADWc/3dLN1iRoVsE/s1600/IMAG0912.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />DESERT FIRE......I had to get a photo and see what hubby thought about this for Avery.....Avery just turned 8 years old in October and hot sauce is his ketchup, his mayo, his I WILL PUT HOT SAUCE ON ANYTHING cause it is simply just that good! I got a very quick response that this would be a must, so with this cool gift I looked on again for Ty.<br /><br />In the same aisle I found a Hershey's Smores kit. Included was Graham crackers, Marshmallows, 2 coffee mugs, hot chocolate, and Hershey's plain candy bar. This was perfect this kid loves to make smores and to take it one step further I stretched my imagination and also bought him a fire pit because we use our outdoor wood stove to roast marshmallows and it is a tight squeeze,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>a fire pit would make this extra cool!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6pmqjQyUd4/VJ0Ar1ltoaI/AAAAAAAADXo/jKXaPw_oI_E/s1600/DSC_0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6pmqjQyUd4/VJ0Ar1ltoaI/AAAAAAAADXo/jKXaPw_oI_E/s1600/DSC_0857.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br />Boy was I right, I was told this was the best Christmas ever as we sat outside and roasted Hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire pit!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mS5l9W17TPM/VJz-rcrNmiI/AAAAAAAADWk/JgcyscS-VGc/s1600/ZOE_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mS5l9W17TPM/VJz-rcrNmiI/AAAAAAAADWk/JgcyscS-VGc/s1600/ZOE_0035.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdxxxmIlCUI/VJz-63RsMdI/AAAAAAAADW0/ekWuAHxjL8M/s1600/ZOE_0035.mp4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdxxxmIlCUI/VJz-63RsMdI/AAAAAAAADW0/ekWuAHxjL8M/s1600/ZOE_0035.mp4" height="320" width="181" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AH1qQZDzGi0/VJz-62tmkeI/AAAAAAAADW0/CRg7JWCpxe4/s1600/IMAG1082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AH1qQZDzGi0/VJz-62tmkeI/AAAAAAAADW0/CRg7JWCpxe4/s1600/IMAG1082.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYT9u8gpToI/VJz_DF4pntI/AAAAAAAADW8/9N3Ycjl1c6U/s1600/IMAG1097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYT9u8gpToI/VJz_DF4pntI/AAAAAAAADW8/9N3Ycjl1c6U/s1600/IMAG1097.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2MOWFQSXv9U/VJz_Fa5ECVI/AAAAAAAADXE/qMWuV6bT57E/s1600/IMAG1092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2MOWFQSXv9U/VJz_Fa5ECVI/AAAAAAAADXE/qMWuV6bT57E/s1600/IMAG1092.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2RuDLTERes/VJz_IXmDsbI/AAAAAAAADXM/0R28kOc-vBI/s1600/ZOE_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2RuDLTERes/VJz_IXmDsbI/AAAAAAAADXM/0R28kOc-vBI/s1600/ZOE_0033.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHwR1QxRZFc/VJz_J7viNAI/AAAAAAAADXU/d5A4EDPLWQo/s1600/IMAG1086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHwR1QxRZFc/VJz_J7viNAI/AAAAAAAADXU/d5A4EDPLWQo/s1600/IMAG1086.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>Until next time.....JennJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-19798382730587864602014-12-21T12:10:00.002-08:002014-12-21T12:10:47.798-08:00MJMy parents FINALLY arrived safely from their 3 months excursion all over Canada and the USA in their camper. They arrived and I got sick and kids got sick and I am so behind on my blogs now and everything in life including Christmas.<br /><br />I wanted to put in a quick blog though as I still have holiday things to catch up on and my children love so much to read about themselves in my blog so I just had to make a post in all the chaos that surrounds me now.<br /><br />As I lay on the couch sick as I have never been in years, I am watching our son play with our sweet family pet MJ. I quickly realize this poor dog puts up with so much from Logan! She is his buddy, his playground, his horse, his taste tester, his punching bag and his learning tool.<br /><br />What I mean by all of that is they are partners in crime but he WEARS the pants! They go everywhere together, he climbs all over her, he sits on her back, he gives her his food before he eats it, he at 22 months thinks hitting is fun and walks up to her and just waps her, and he pokes her in the eye as he says "eyes" then he pokes her in the nose as he says "nose" and so on.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Eu9e7SNzmg/VJcnuoErW_I/AAAAAAAADLo/XgBleTuXwR4/s1600/IMAG1009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Eu9e7SNzmg/VJcnuoErW_I/AAAAAAAADLo/XgBleTuXwR4/s1600/IMAG1009.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELy0SNWGWe4/VJcnzfP9fqI/AAAAAAAADLw/dN0XZoeK3a4/s1600/IMAG1008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELy0SNWGWe4/VJcnzfP9fqI/AAAAAAAADLw/dN0XZoeK3a4/s1600/IMAG1008.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpxvUJrtHH8/VJcn6uLl9bI/AAAAAAAADL4/xZ_9ATZu4tA/s1600/IMAG0939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpxvUJrtHH8/VJcn6uLl9bI/AAAAAAAADL4/xZ_9ATZu4tA/s1600/IMAG0939.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VFISK8Am2XQ/VJcoZcSYnOI/AAAAAAAADMA/ww6yg2F6Bng/s1600/IMAG0577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VFISK8Am2XQ/VJcoZcSYnOI/AAAAAAAADMA/ww6yg2F6Bng/s1600/IMAG0577.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />Our pound puppy is the sweetest dog ever and I am so happy we were fortunate enough to be able to rescue her, we couldn't ask for a better companion.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUVINOpIwI4/VJcpQcAGNaI/AAAAAAAADMM/QtngKA7P108/s1600/IMAG1020_BURST019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUVINOpIwI4/VJcpQcAGNaI/AAAAAAAADMM/QtngKA7P108/s1600/IMAG1020_BURST019.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-48438743740958914432014-12-12T20:28:00.003-08:002014-12-12T20:28:50.938-08:00Elf on the shelfElf on the shelf is all the hype now a days. I remember being a little girl my granny had an elf, he was so scary looking and his name was Cracko. Cracko delivered gifts to my moms house for us and he delivered gifts to my grandparents cottage where we spent most Christmas'. He was similar to this one.....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqD7Iu6GnPk/VIuv_Hp9fqI/AAAAAAAAC-8/JrrR-4bYGEQ/s1600/IMAG1040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqD7Iu6GnPk/VIuv_Hp9fqI/AAAAAAAAC-8/JrrR-4bYGEQ/s1600/IMAG1040.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div>Cracko never brought any of us good gifts, it was a roll of toilet paper or an empty kleenex box and every year papa's big 4 foot long Christmas stocking was filled with the junk drawer contents from the kitchen and a big ol lump of coal. As I stood this evening looking at our elves I was remembering the fun we had with Cracko.<br /><br />Our children have 2 elves. The girls named their elf Sparkle and the boys named their elf Reindeer. Meet our elves......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThcX4EV4PkM/VIu9jiV1moI/AAAAAAAAC_4/iVuGE5IVV54/s1600/IMAG1041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThcX4EV4PkM/VIu9jiV1moI/AAAAAAAAC_4/iVuGE5IVV54/s1600/IMAG1041.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />Don't be fooled...they look cute and sweet and nothing like Cracko but they certainly act like him!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sparkle shoved Reindeer down into the DVD's....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGxR-omrqv8/VIu98222mXI/AAAAAAAADAA/lunx0De4Oe4/s1600/IMAG0882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGxR-omrqv8/VIu98222mXI/AAAAAAAADAA/lunx0De4Oe4/s1600/IMAG0882.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had an Elf snowball fight.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ik7D-PEv8mw/VIu7YPD0-8I/AAAAAAAAC_s/x3Up94WgLw0/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ik7D-PEv8mw/VIu7YPD0-8I/AAAAAAAAC_s/x3Up94WgLw0/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sparkle of course pegged Reindeer right in the forehead knocking him over......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nI1TRfS-ow/VIu7XjsZsSI/AAAAAAAAC_k/jgsf4YcMEHU/s1600/DSC_0662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nI1TRfS-ow/VIu7XjsZsSI/AAAAAAAAC_k/jgsf4YcMEHU/s1600/DSC_0662.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then MJ our border collie snatched him up off the table and carried poor Reindeer into the living room and ate the marshmallow off his forehead!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Someone got tired of all the miss behavior in the night hours and decided to do something about it....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlG61AroD60/VIu_Toiq0oI/AAAAAAAADAQ/l4Cp85jGYG4/s1600/IMAG1022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlG61AroD60/VIu_Toiq0oI/AAAAAAAADAQ/l4Cp85jGYG4/s1600/IMAG1022.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Looks like Reindeer had an embarrassing accident! So Tyler ate his first Elf poop, he said it tasted like chocolate!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All I can do is hope and prey they will behave tonight.....Jenn</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-88714995175873857862014-12-03T08:14:00.001-08:002014-12-03T08:14:25.625-08:00A Tonka Truck for my sonTonka trucks were big when I was little, everyone had at least one, My brother had some too and I remember playing in the backyard under the lilac tree with him and his trucks.<br /><br />I have been searching for "affordable", original Tonka trucks, not the ones they make now that are mostly plastic. I wanted the metal Tonka trucks my brother and I played with for my son.<br /><br />I gave up trying to find them and just moved on as I had found many "rust buckets" and well overpriced trucks. I decided if it was meant to be I would stumble across them when I least expected it.<br /><br />My mother in law keeps everything, and everything is neatly wrapped in paper or placed in zip lock bags and labeled. Who it belonged to where it came from etc... She gave us a bunch of totes and my husbands childhood toy box that was built for him. We found all kinds of childhood memories even his sports glasses for baseball! He was all smiles as we sifted through his memories.<br /><br />We got to his big toy box and inside was all of his Tonka Trucks, planes and GI Joes. All his favorite toys were cleaned of sand and dirt from the yard and neatly wrapped in paper and tied with string. He was amazed that one of his airplanes still had all of the bombs in the many compartments underneath, he said "I don't know how mom ever found all of these and kept up with them." It was like Christmas all over again and watching him as he unwrapped another memory brought such joy to me.<br /><br />We brought his trucks upstairs and Brian played with each one amazed that he remembered how each worked. He was so proud.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua7b5JKeQp8/VH8zo5kOUvI/AAAAAAAACrk/GUu2CmTDg64/s1600/IMAG0959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua7b5JKeQp8/VH8zo5kOUvI/AAAAAAAACrk/GUu2CmTDg64/s1600/IMAG0959.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2P2e5Ajc6V4/VH8zo_xUPNI/AAAAAAAACrk/XUMaZikA9j4/s1600/IMAG0957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2P2e5Ajc6V4/VH8zo_xUPNI/AAAAAAAACrk/XUMaZikA9j4/s1600/IMAG0957.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qiJPtQr_l14/VH8zo50fpYI/AAAAAAAACrk/qQt2HhLGPX8/s1600/IMAG0956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qiJPtQr_l14/VH8zo50fpYI/AAAAAAAACrk/qQt2HhLGPX8/s1600/IMAG0956.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds6kfyyAeUQ/VH8zozH3NwI/AAAAAAAACrk/2lFC-qWgUIU/s1600/IMAG0955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds6kfyyAeUQ/VH8zozH3NwI/AAAAAAAACrk/2lFC-qWgUIU/s1600/IMAG0955.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGndx5Z5WFw/VH8zo71EnaI/AAAAAAAACrk/T_Hwm_a2z7s/s1600/IMAG0954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGndx5Z5WFw/VH8zo71EnaI/AAAAAAAACrk/T_Hwm_a2z7s/s1600/IMAG0954.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxh9Q0Nytmo/VH8zow8pCZI/AAAAAAAACrk/h99gu-khu5Q/s1600/IMAG0953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxh9Q0Nytmo/VH8zow8pCZI/AAAAAAAACrk/h99gu-khu5Q/s1600/IMAG0953.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wdm3J2liS2Y/VH8zozzE9NI/AAAAAAAACrk/0dbGJQ67LUc/s1600/IMAG0952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wdm3J2liS2Y/VH8zozzE9NI/AAAAAAAACrk/0dbGJQ67LUc/s1600/IMAG0952.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We also stumbled across this beautiful fire truck that we could not stand to leave in the basement wrapped in paper</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqp77FPYG64/VH80LYbc_hI/AAAAAAAACrw/ihZr1zM1xjo/s1600/IMAG0960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqp77FPYG64/VH80LYbc_hI/AAAAAAAACrw/ihZr1zM1xjo/s1600/IMAG0960.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNl-W51C1o/VH80QFEnueI/AAAAAAAACr4/sB_vjp1PDRI/s1600/IMAG0962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNl-W51C1o/VH80QFEnueI/AAAAAAAACr4/sB_vjp1PDRI/s1600/IMAG0962.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now the toys sit upon shelves in Logan's room as I have found something greater then a Tonka truck for my son, we found his daddy's childhood memories wrapped in paper and twine to pass down to the next generation. I will neatly wrap and tie each truck and save them for Logan when he is too big so he can one day have them for his son, as Brian's mom had done for him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjd5FMObxmw/VH82qr93yNI/AAAAAAAACsc/lOQ0CJ0hmDc/s1600/IMAG0973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjd5FMObxmw/VH82qr93yNI/AAAAAAAACsc/lOQ0CJ0hmDc/s1600/IMAG0973.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IROQBwq37Rk/VH82tPf4A1I/AAAAAAAACsk/Kun5aaGV07g/s1600/IMAG0974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IROQBwq37Rk/VH82tPf4A1I/AAAAAAAACsk/Kun5aaGV07g/s1600/IMAG0974.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until next time....Jenn</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065204314334419022.post-18740658765944537312014-11-26T06:22:00.000-08:002014-11-26T06:22:01.228-08:00Christmas with an almost 2 year oldAs you go through life you forget about things that just didn't matter to you, you even forget about important things which is why a baby book was invented, so that you could always remember important milestones your baby had accomplished.<br /><br />A baby book does not have a spot designated to the bad things you don't want to remember so you go on with life and you forget that Annie would draw on the walls big BIG circles and tell herself "NO NO NO" as she did it, Tyler wrote on the wall by the door "Tyler wer here" (yes spelled just like that), Makayla climbed on the table to have tea parties, Savannah threw a green, yes a green Hotwheel through a brand new big screen TV, Emily dumps out anything and everything ie....cereal (entire boxes), shampoo (this is still an issue.....it makes "cool bubble bath"), Avery dumped Hershey's chocolate syrup all over the carpet, Gavin was a streaker! The one thing they all had in common..........<br /><div style="text-align: center;">...redecorating the Christmas tree!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRPGV-AjQHo/VHXaOnVRRUI/AAAAAAAACdI/my4THGJJCCM/s1600/IMAG0926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRPGV-AjQHo/VHXaOnVRRUI/AAAAAAAACdI/my4THGJJCCM/s1600/IMAG0926.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;It began like this just a few days ago and it was beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsP-LAChJCk/VHXalzOFUTI/AAAAAAAACdQ/FOXDnXvUge0/s1600/DSC_0572-SMILE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsP-LAChJCk/VHXalzOFUTI/AAAAAAAACdQ/FOXDnXvUge0/s1600/DSC_0572-SMILE.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br />As I hung our stockings this am via command hooks with care, I looked over the tree smiling. It was then that I began remembering the things our children did and of course the list goes on and on and on and on!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHgkZl_vwtc/VHXdQ5WozHI/AAAAAAAACdc/KOJ0mDI94kg/s1600/IMAG0925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHgkZl_vwtc/VHXdQ5WozHI/AAAAAAAACdc/KOJ0mDI94kg/s1600/IMAG0925.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />There are a few stories we have filed in our minds for that special day they bring home their first boyfriend or girlfriend....like the time that Tyler bungee corded off the top bunk and yells for his dad for help because he is stuck head on the ground ass in the air underwear barely covering his unmentionables and half the waistband ripped off his underpants and attached the the other end of the bungee cord, yelling and hanging upside down! Yes Tyler, I am still telling this story, I told you this one I WON'T EVER FORGET!<br /><br />There is a huge age gap between the children and Logan, we are talking HUGE:<br /><br /><ul><li>Makayla 12&nbsp;</li><li>Tyler 11&nbsp;</li><li>Annie 9&nbsp;</li><li>Savannah 9</li><li>Emily 8</li><li>Avery 8</li><li>Gavin 7 (right after Christmas)</li><li>Logan a big whopping 21 months!</li></ul><div>So you go through life the way you have for about 4 years now where you didn't have to put things up high, and make sure little plastic thingys are stuck in the receptacles, bathrooms doors are closed because things magically start floating in the toilet, and you decorate the ENTIRE tree because at 3 or 4 years old they start listening when you say no.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are literally learning all over again, somewhere in our home is yet another lesson for me to learn, until next time......Jenn</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10117689520341952018noreply@blogger.com0